Indulgent Pleasures (12 page)

Her gaze wandered, lingering on his powerful thighs as he bent over the tub and turned off the faucet. When he turned a red, slashing gash on the side of his knee caught her attention and she realized it was a scar from the accident.

Well, it was one of many scars. His knee was a crisscross of angry looking marks and she was surprised she’d never noticed them before. Though every time they’d had sex before it had been dark or they hadn’t been quite undressed.

Her heart suddenly ached for him, for the pain he must have suffered, the pain he was still suffering.

He noticed her looking and his voice turned gruff as he stepped into the steaming water. “Come on, Stephanie. Join me.”

She did so, going to the side of the tub and he held out his hand and helped her step in. The water was especially hot against her chilled skin and she hissed as she sank into the swirling water, sitting across from him. A large picture window sat above the rim of the tub, yet another view of the ocean just beyond and she shook her head.

“This is unbelievable.”

“Pretty nice huh?” He settled more comfortably against the edge of the tub and he leaned his head back, his body weightless and floating. She felt the brush of his toes against her knee. “I don’t use it as much as I should.”

“If I had this tub I would be in it every day.” Crap. The second the words were out, she regretted them. She didn’t want him to think she wanted more from him than he was willing to give.

“Yeah, well I haven’t spent much time here since I bought it. I’ve only owned the house for two years. Last year I worked on the remodeling. This year is more about relaxing.” His mouth formed into a tight line, his eyes shadowing, dark and unreadable. “Now it’s all about relaxing.”

She hated how disappointed he looked, knew he must still struggle with everything that had happened to him. “Are you saying you remodeled your house yourself?”

“Most of it. What I couldn’t do I hired someone to do for me but yeah. I know how to lay tile, electrical stuff, I can use a saw.” He shrugged, a little smile on his face. “When I was younger I worked for a construction company during the off season.”

She glanced about the room, loving the colors, impressed with the tile work, the light fixtures, all of it. “And you chose the colors, too? Or did you hire an interior designer?”

“I did pretty much everything myself.”

Okay he couldn’t get any more perfect if he tried and that thought was scary. No man could be this perfect, this talented, this sweet. Not to mention he was so good in bed.

“I’m impressed.” That was the understatement of the year.

Justin shrugged again, his shoulders gleaming with water, drawing her gaze to them. She really liked those shoulders, had the urge to drift over and touch them, run her hands over them and press her mouth to his warm skin. “I like working with my hands.”

And they were by far the most spectacular hands she’d ever had touching her.

Giving in to her urge, she went to him, her body gliding in the water and she slid herself on top of him, sitting in his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy settling against his firm stomach and his rapidly hardening cock nudged her ass.

“I like a man who works with his hands,” she murmured just before kissing him, delving her tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, those wonderful hands smoothing over her skin, settling on her buttocks and massaging her.

Just like that, she wanted him. Like most women she’d always preferred foreplay in the past, needing to get worked up before she was ready to let go.

Not with Justin. All she had to do was think about him using those magnificent hands on her, his mouth meeting hers in a searing kiss and she was on edge, her orgasm hovering close. She ground herself against him, his hard stomach beneath her scorching hot pussy and a little moan escaped her.

“Please tell me you brought condoms in here,” she whispered when he broke away from her to rain kisses down her neck.

“In the soap dish,” he said with the slightest nod.

She glanced over to see a spread out stack of condoms sitting in a silver soap dish and she sobered. Did he always have those there? Exactly how many women had he brought into this bathroom for that sole purpose?

Thinking she was one of many women who he’d fucked in his enormous tub disturbed her more than she cared to admit.

He must have sensed her tension because he lifted his head, his golden eyes glittering, tiny droplets of water clinging to his long eyelashes. “I brought those in when I started filling the tub.”

“Oh.” She immediately felt foolish and embarrassed. She had no claim on this man. He wasn’t hers to feel so territorial about.

Yet she did feel possessive. She couldn’t seem to help it.

“I’ve never had sex in here if that’s what you’re thinking.” He kissed her, his tongue teasing against her lips before he withdrew. “You’re the first.”

Her heart squeezed at his admission and she silently admonished herself. His confession didn’t really mean a thing. Yeah okay, maybe he hadn’t screwed another woman in this tub but that didn’t mean he hadn’t screwed numerous other women all over his house.

She pushed that depressing thought out of her head and concentrated on what Justin was doing to her. His hands smoothed all over her, reaching in between them to stroke her breasts, tweak her nipples. He bent his head, drew one nipple deep into his mouth and she arched toward him, her head dropping back at the delicious sensations spreading throughout her body.

“Grab a condom, baby,” he harshly demanded against her skin. She scooted over to the edge of the tub and grabbed a condom out of the soap dish. When she sat back down his cock was directly in front of her, thick and insistent and more than ready for action.

He plucked the condom from her fingers and tore the wrapper open, sheathing himself quickly. His eyes met hers, dark and intense and without a word, he thrust up, entering her, filling her completely.

She began to move, riding him slowly, savoring the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her body. His big hands cupped her ass, guiding her, trying to increase her pace but she resisted. She wanted to make this last, she wanted this orgasm to be big for the both of them.

“What’s your hurry?” She smiled down at him, secretly enjoying the agonized expression on his face.

“Witch.” He glared but she knew he was teasing. His hands gripped her butt with more force, spreading her cheeks wide and his fingers tickled her crack, making her jump. “How can you expect me to go slow with you all wet and slippery?”

Hmm, she was wet and slippery and so was he. The water bubbled and frothed all around them, her naked breasts bobbing just above the surface and he took a nipple into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue. A sneaky finger traced the spot between her buttocks, lingering on the tight hole nestled there.

“Justin.” She sounded prim but really, she kind of liked it. It felt forbidden, the way he was touching her. No man had ever tried this with her before.

She especially liked the fact that he was the first.

He released her nipple from his mouth and stared up at her and he thrust his hips, going deeper. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“Everything you do makes me feel good,” she admitted.

“Then trust me.”

She clutched his shoulders and buried her face in his hair, closing her eyes. He continued touching her there, his finger tracing the tiny ridges, his cock moving deep and strong within her. She was already so close, her clit nudged the base of his cock with her every down move and then the tip of his finger sunk inside, stretching her, making her gasp.

He’d filled her completely. She felt consumed by him, as if she’d become his sole possession. A little whimper escaped her as his finger drove upward, until it was knuckle deep and he stilled, his cock twitching inside her.

“Am I hurting you?”

The concern in his voice made her sit up and stare down at him and she shook her head slowly. He kissed her, a soft kiss, gentle but still intense, his tongue doing a slow, lush glide through her mouth.

Her body buckled, overwhelmed by the tenderness she felt in his kiss, the carnal wickedness of what his fingers and cock were doing to her body. Her clit throbbed, pulsing with the need to come and she began to move again, grinding against him, sending his finger even deeper inside her body.

“Yeah baby, ride me. Make me come.”

His rough, encouraging words set her off and she moved faster, the water splashing around their bodies. Their hips thrust, bumping against each other and then she shattered. She fell apart all around him as the orgasm took over, blinding her, rendering her silent until one single, sobbing word escaped her.

“Justin!”

The man had changed her forever and he didn’t have a clue.

* * *

Stephanie’s wet, naked body was curled all over him and he circled his arms around her waist, holding her close. His heart beat so hard it felt as if it would pound out of his chest and his body felt lax, his bones liquid.

That had been undoubtedly one of the more intense orgasms he’d ever had. And that was saying a lot considering the orgasms he’d already experienced with Stephanie.

The sex between them only seemed to get better and better every time they were together.

He didn’t know where he got the idea to stick his finger up her ass but she’d let him, had liked it even. He’d never been that overly fond of ass play though Lord knew he’d run into it more than once with the various women of his past.

Something had come over him though, and he’d been compelled to possess her in every single way he thought possible. She’d let him, she’d trusted him that he wouldn’t hurt her and that gesture alone had nearly done him in.

She affected him as no other woman ever had. He didn’t understand it, was lost to it, unable to find the will or the reason to protest.

“The water’s getting cold,” she finally whispered in his ear, her arms tightening around his neck.

The nudge of her breasts against his chest when she spoke caused his cock to harden again. Unbelievable. If he didn’t watch it, he could probably fuck himself to death.

At least he’d die with a smile on his face.

“Let’s get out then and get dry.”

They did so, he pulling the drain and then helping her out of the tub. She grabbed the thick towels first, a wicked smile on her face as she slowly dried him off, paying extra attention to his cock, ass and legs. He returned the favor, unable to stop from giving her nipples a lick or two, though he actually found the restraint to not bury his face into her fragrant pussy.

Once they were warm and dry he led her into his bedroom. He turned back the covers on the bed and she slipped between them, a sigh escaping her when her head hit the pillow.

“Your sheets are so soft.” She paused, her eyes sliding closed and her head snuggled deeper into the pillow. “And I’m so tired. God, this feels good.”

Justin joined her, yanking the sheets and blankets up over him and then he grabbed Stephanie, pulling her close. She snuggled against him much as she had the pillow, her hair in his face, her arm slung over his belly.

His cock stood at full attention and he chose to ignore it. She was tired, she said so herself, and the last thing she probably wanted was his over-eager cock attacking her yet again.

“I’ll get you home before you have to be at work.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, loving the softness of her skin, the way she nestled so close to him. As if she belonged there.

Whoa.

Those types of thoughts scared the hell out of him.

“First, I want to sleep a little bit,” he finally said, studying her face, wondering exactly what it could be about her that he found so damn fascinating.

She was pretty. Sweet. Funny. Sexy as hell. He suddenly had a thing for freckles and the scent of her hair.

Yeah, she just did it for him. There was no other explanation.

“Me, too.” Her hand wandered, brushed against the stiff head of his dick and she giggled. “I don’t think all parts of you want to sleep though.”

“Ignore it,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll be all right.”

Stephanie rolled so she hovered over him, her slim hands pressed against his chest. “But he’ll be so lonely.”

“He’ll get over himself.” He couldn’t help but smile. The way this woman made him feel was amazing. Serious and fierce, ready to fuck her brains out one minute, laughing and joking with her the next. It was crazy.

“No, he won’t. He needs help.” She smiled and she started to move down until her head was just peeking above the covers. “I want to help him.”

And then she tossed the covers up over her head. She slid down his body, the brush of her breasts against his sensitized skin driving him crazy. When her hot mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, he was a goner.

A complete and total goner.

Chapter Twelve

“Listen, I called you two into this meeting because I want to discuss the column with you both. Together.”

Zoe stared at Stephanie and Caleb from across the wide boardroom table, her streaked blonde hair curled and teased about her head in a wild pouf. It reminded Stephanie of a lion’s mane. Her skinny arms jangled with her every movement, she had at least three bracelets on each wrist and her big, peach-glossed lips were pursed, eyes narrowed as she contemplated them.

As if she was more than ready to get down to business.

Dread filled Stephanie’s stomach. With her luck, she was going to lose her chance to the obnoxious Caleb and that was so not going to sit well. She’d been mentally preparing herself for the possibility for the last couple of weeks. But the reality always far trumped the imagined moment.